New Crew, New Challenges (Open to all saint pirates)

The town was bustling, both with business and tourism. It was the place where his father’s funeral procession had occured, and Bernard wanted to cool his head from the previous days. He felt anachronistic next to the townspeople, his dusty coat and Megan trotting alongside him. His boots trudged along the road, melancholy in his ways, to onlookers he carried himself with no respect, paying no notice to posture or to dress. But he cared not for the townsfolks petty gazes and staunch vanity, he was to be a great pirate of the sea! However pirates needed crews, and bar megan, he was without a friend in the world, he was without a helping hand. Growing up he was tutored, away from other children. His life was payed for by the plunder of his father, but things were different now. He had spent his last few years with his father on his father’s ship. He had seen many things, talked to many people, but he was back home again, and as much a child as he had ever been.

He was still shook by the loss of his old man, and needed something to calm his nerves, there was a pub nearby on the ridge, and it was just what he needed. He sauntered in, leaving the oak door swaying as he made his entrance. He didn’t want to stay for long, he just wanted a drink. “Osaan!” he shouted as he placed his large hands firmly on the bar, “Yosh, Saki over here!” The bartender was not amused by his childish antics and threw the flask at his head “Here’sh you god’sh damn shaki!” bellowed the barman belligerently. This was easy, he had trained for a moment just like this one, time gave him all the room he wanted to intercept the alcoholic artillery with a swift stroke of his hand and grasping it firmly. He popped the metal cap hastily and took a long swig, unusual for the beverage at hand, as he walked out the door. He didn’t look back. The ridge was but a few steps away, and he sat down over the edge, looking into the water, wondering about his future.

His shoes hit the ground. This was his first experience on another island. Taking the time to look around, the boy saw a street full of people moving to and from various jobs. A hawker here and a paper boy there. He struck out, moving through the crowds. If you had been an onlooker from above all you would have seen of Ed was his blond hair. His brown eyes were focused ahead and the crowd was too tightly packed to see his black shirt or brown khaki pants. If you couldn't see those then there was no way you would have seen his brown workman's shoes that scuffed up the dirt on the roads as he was carried with the crowd. He tried squeezing out of the intense huddle but there was no way.
No way except to slide past the man to his left and into the bar they were passing. He did so.

Blake heard the sounds of a bustling noisy tourists and felt his head lurch from side to side painfully. He knew he shouldn't have had that last drink but couldn't resist it was the only pub which served the old drink. The good old proper alcoholic drink. Back in its time it was drunk by everyone, but now it was only drank by those who could handle its fizzyness which was so fizzy it stung as it went down the throat.

Blake opened his eyes to see he was lying in a dark alleyway, he had downed 19 pints of the stuff, he could still taste the beer in his throat and sat up feeling the cut on his chest sting he noticed that it had torn open a little during whatever it was he had been doing that night.

"What did I do last night?" asked Blake as he slowly stood up hearing his bones cracking, he was old but no where near the end of his game, he still had a good few years left in him and he was going to make them count.

As Blake got to his feet and headed out of the alleyway into the bustling groups of tourists he held his head trying to re focus, he spat on the ground and pushed his way past the tourists. Blake remembered why he had left Drum island. He played the incident over and over in his head again and again. He felt bad about what he'd done and had tried drinking himself into an early grave but over the two months he had tried running and travelling the seas climbing aboard any ship which came near, he was only just now beginning to realise it wasn't yet his time.

Reaching the docks Blake removed his cape and dropped it on the ground, he stretched and yawned loudly. Blake felt the sun blaze down over his naked torso and rubbed the dried blood from his chest. It was time he began training again and built up his strength to what it had once been, before he began binge drinking out of depression for 2 months.

Blake dived into the water and suck deep down under the water quickly before resurfacing a good 20 meters from the docks and swimming quickly planning on circling the island. If he could circle the island once that would help him. he may have only just arrived on this island a week and a half ago but he hadn't ever been sober enough to see ho big the island actually was but he had a rough idea from what he had seen.

The flask of saki rested adjacent to his lounging body, it was empty. He just wanted a drink to calm his nerves, but he had drunk himself into depression and the bottom of a half liter saki. He was a dissapointment to himself, he promised his father he would be the strongest man in the world, 'to rule the seas, sonny boy, that is the man's dream' his father's voice still rung in his head. Though he knew he could never repay all the man did for him, he ought to at least get out there and make a name for himself. He wasn't sober mind you, far from it, and his mind was blurry, but he knew clear as day that he had to gain a reputation, to gain a crew. However, the process would be altered by his inebriated mind. The bar was still open, and it was there that he would start his quest. He propped himself up, rounded up Megan and walked hazily to the tavern.

The door swung open with ferocity, and with a lick of dribble on his maw he stormed the barkeep, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and screamed "Who's the toughest bastard in this town?!" The bartender attempted to fight back, grapple him, but this only angered Bernard, apparent for he tossed him across the room. the bartender could tell he was serious. "You? Yoush want Shaptain Drossh..." he said as he trailed off into unconsciousness. "Alright where the hell can i find Captain Dross?" One of the more calm patrons obliged his request. "He should be at the Smokey Badger, The upscale tavern downtown. all those marine officer types hang out there."

Bernard knew where he was heading, he grabbed a heavy barrel of grog, lifted it above his head, punched a hole in it and chugged...and let out a slurpy cry "SUGEEE, i'm gonna kick his ass!"

Ed fell through the door to land on his face. He groaned as he slowly pushed himself to his feet while he rubbed his forehead. His metallic finger rubbed across his temple, but he did not shiver as he used to. He was used to the cyborg implant by now.
Suddenly realised the room was full. He also realised that he currently demanded the attention of the once noisy bar.
Silence.
He slowly lifted his gaze from the dusty wooden floor to the tables of bar patrons.
Ed smiled nervously as he saw their confused or irritated faces.
They were all marines.
He slowly lifted himself from the floor, now not worrying about his head.
"Sorry gents," he said in his most well-mannered voice, now smiling.
He smiled towards the marine closest, who held a stern gaze, and complimented him on his choice of cape.
The silence stayed unbroken.
Ed grinned and said loudly,"Well, wild party here but I'm sorry to say I have to go. See you around mates."
He turned to go and found his nose in a broad shouldered and square jawed marine's chest.
The marines packed up laughing.
Ed stepped back, laughing along with them. Then he suddenly threw a punch to the man's jaw which must have been taller than the teenager.
He tried to level the man with all his strength but ended up only turning the man's neck slightly and hurting his fist.
The marines laughed harder, the sturdy man that blocked Ed's path joining in.
Ed threw a repertoire of punches at the man's face and chest before figuring out where he should hit to strike gold. The marines were in hysterics now, the strong man's chest heaved as laughed: His eyes closed as tears streamed out of his eyes from laughing so hard.
The Ed threw a punch in the groin and all went silent.
Time seemed to move in slow motion as the strong marine doubled over.
Silence. Only Ed's heavy breathing from his punching frenzy could be heard.
He looked at the large man that lay at his feet, cradling his damaged parts in his right hand. Now the tears were not one's of laughter.
Ed laughed out of relief. He started for the door but suddenly the room came to life again. The nearest marine grabbed at his black shirt and got a firm hold, jerking him backwards. He crashed to the floor just beneath the closest table, looking up to see a group of marines staring down at him with anger on their faces.
Suddenly Ed thought about his gun, but being a big marine port he would never get out alive if he killed a marine so he did the next best thing.
He started talking.
"You know, I've heard this really funny story you'll all laugh at," he pretended to laugh as he talked.
"Knowing how jovial you all are I expect you love a good joke."
He looked up at the angry faces that didn't seem to change.
"You guys would be perfect as live statues," he muttered.
Two men hauled the boy to his feet and held is arms tightly. Another marine then proceeded to walk over and crack his knuckles.
"This'll hurt you more than it hurts me," he laughed.
Ed used the men that held him to his advantage. He flicked his legs high into the air and caught the bald marine that stood before him in the chin, sending him sprawling backwards into the mass of marines that had now gathered around the boy.
Ed wrenched his arm from the man on the right and used that arm's momentum to punch the man on left in the nose.
He turned and ran for the door, the marines surrounding him moved as he brandished his gun that had been hidden in his pocket and pointed it towards them. He managed to reach the door with marines grabbing at him from all sides, but the door slammed in his face as a Captain and his two officers waltzed in.
The occupants of the Smokey Badger went silent. Though this new man was of equal rank, he commanded respect from all. Though fear was probably a better word.
Captain Dross looked around,"What's all this commotion about!" he shouted angrily.
Ed groaned, rubbing his head as he rose from where he had been knocked down. He opened his eyes and saw the captain standing over him with fury in his eyes. Ed slammed the door on his two officers and fell back onto the floor as the screams of pain could be heard from outside.

Reaching half way around the island Blake could feel his muscles beginning to weaken and his breathing had grown much heavier. He tried refusing the pain and pushed himself harder. He let the water pass by him, he could feel his hair dangling down his face and sticking to his forehead. As he continued swimming a Marine ship came into view.

It wasn't docked at the docks instead over on the other side of the island, this was strange, the only reason Blake could see for them docking here was that they didn't want anyone to know they were here. It was strange, he stopped swimming and took time to catch his breath as he tried looking around for any Marines close by.

He had a large bounty of 28,000,000 on his head so if they saw him then he would definitely be targeted. Blake swam closer to the rocky side of the island and he took a deep breath.
Diving under the water's surface he swam towards the Marine ship and re surfaced behind it, he listened carefully for any sound of Marines but couldn't hear anything other than than the gentle waves and squawking seagulls.

Not wanting to get targeted whilst training himself back up to his previous strength and still hung over Blake shut his eyes pressing his back against the ship. The seagull's were loud and painfully piercing. Feeling his head stinging Blake gritted his teeth before taking another deep breath and diving under again. It was better under the surface of the water but he could only hold his breath for so long, since he was here he decided he should make his way past the Marines and swam away from the ship as far as he could get before resurfacing again.

Blake burst up through the water's surface breathing heavily, he could hold his breath any longer. He hoped his resurfacing hadn't made too much noise or attracted too much attention and began quickly breathing in as much air as he could so he could dive back under and swim away before anyone noticed him. His head throbbed painfully but he had to try and ignore it if he wanted to escape, he looked down through the transparent water. The bright light shinning down on him from the sun was blinding and wasn't a great help for getting rid of a hangover.

Shutting his eyes tightly to remove the pain of blindingly bright lights Blake remained floating in the water breathing heavily. In a few seconds he would dive back under and continue swimming again to avoid being noticed by these Marines. He wasn't yet strong enough to take on a ship again like his years back on Drum island when he stopped a Marine Assault.

"Smokey Badger, Smokey Badger, I have to get to the Smokey Badger!" Bernard yelled as he charged down the busy street recklessly. Passerby's gave him ugly glances, but he was too focused to notice. He passed by all of the sights in the town, the things that people came here for, the stone fountain, the great brick wall, and the Swordsmith's Shop. By sun's fall he had made it to the other end of the island, and with no trace of the Smokey Badger; perhaps he should have not walked down the same street for the entire time, or at least asked for directions. He had reached the shore now, and the sun was setting, for him, it would be another nights sleep against a wall with Megan. He was getting tired, and the sky was getting dark, so he decided to lay down against the building. As he was beginning to shut his eyes he noticed a man swimming in the ocean, near the marine ships. He got up from his rest to adress the man, "HEY OSSAN!" he shouted with his hands cupped outward, "OVER HERE!"

Captain Dross rested his boot on Ed's head.
The boy's head was pushed into the floor. His blond hair ruffled and dusty.
"Who..No..WHAT ARE YOU!" the Captain asked in a strange shout.
Ed glared angrily at the Captain's boot but couldn't speak as the dirty boot covered his mouth.
The captain smirked and lifted the boot only to bring it down again on the poor boy's cheek.
Kuso! He thought to himself as his cheek started to bleed. This bastard is going to pay for the shit he's giving me!
He was about to rise but the heavy metal boot came down hard on the same area, inflicting pain and arousing a scream from the victim. This time he ground his boot around in the blood, reveling in the pain he inflicted.
Typical sadist.
"Now," he said, gesturing to his two companions that were now nursing broken noses while sitting at a nearby table."You will address us, with respect." He reveled in his ego as well.
Typical marine.
The boot was lifted from his face, blood smeared Ed's face but he held an arrogant face, even as he rose. If the two goons hadn't taken away his gun, he would have shot this sadistic...
He turned to the admiral with a smile on his face,"G'day Admiral Yarou."
he gave his biggest smile as the nervous crowd of marines behind him broke into hysterical laughs.
The captain turned red. Not of embarrassment but of anger.
"SHUT UP!"
He directed the shout mainly at the boy but the marines took the hint. They liked the captain even less but none of them had the balls or rank to tell him where to shove it, but Ed could. They didn't support the boy or even like him but they loved to be entertained and this was indeed entertaining.
But it all stopped when the captain pulled a gun on Ed.
"It all ends here boy."
The crowd gasped. One kept laughing though.
The captain ignored the crowd, especially the laughing idiot. He would take care of him later.
"Prepare to die!" he shouted before placing the gun to Ed's head.
Ed tried to remain calm.
"I don't think I should be preparing just yet," he laughed nervously,"With your aim I doubt it!"
The captain pulled the gun away for a second.
Ed saw his chance and reached out to hit the pistol.
His hand was knocked away but the gun went off into the table on the other side of the room, causing a stir amongst the marines near to it.
Ed smiled.
"Those pistols only have one shot," he laughed.
"But these pistols have a bit more."
He lifted his revolver, that he had taken from the holster on the captain's hip while the older man's attention was drawn to Ed's hand going for the gun.
He aimed it at the marine captain, but thought better about getting a reputation as a marine killer.
Not a good idea when you're in a marine village, he thought.
Wait until you get out into a place where killing the law is the norm, he joked in his head.
He instead dived for the window as they all made a grab for him and crashed through the glass, getting a bullet in the arm from a marine blunderbuss.
He rolled onto the dark streets outside and pushed himself to his feet as fast as he could, glass pieces falling off his body. Light flooded into the dark street barely a meter or two behind him. Bodies crashed from the small door with cutlasses drawn and pistols loaded.
Ed looked over his shoulder and saw the marines as they saw him and for a split second they just stood there, looking. Then Ed started off at a sprint for the beach and dock at the end of the road, Captain Dross leading the pack after him, yelling, running and firing pistols.
He gave it all he could, he had to make his way the beach and find a boat.
Fast.

Remembering the events he had been responsible for back on Drum island Blake smiled as he lowered himself beneath the water's surface and began using breast stroke away from the Marine ship as he looked back over his shoulder and up towards the Marine ship he saw a rather large imposing figure leaving the ship. Blake couldn't tell who he was but he could tell this man wasn't an ordinary Marine something seemed different about him, no, not him.

His shadow.
Just then it looked like it moved on its own.
No it couldn't have done so, Blake shook his head and continued his swim around the island. He tried thinking back into his past about how much stronger he had once been, he hoped he could build his strength back up to what it used to be. Blake's lungs were finding it more difficult to breathe, he had been under the water too long and wasn't going to be able to hold his breathe any longer. Blake wasn't yet out of sight of the Marines.

He didn't want to rise up above the surface again out of fear of being spotted and attacked so he tried swimming quicker using up more of his energy. As he tried harder and harder he felt his lungs screaming for air.
Resurfacing was something he had wanted to avoid but failed his lungs filling with air felt great but he worried his deep breathing could be heard.

Blake heard someone near by call out, to him and turned to see a young looking white haired kid looking at him. As he was still in sight of the Marines and he wasn't anywhere near as strong as he used to be he wanted to avoid getting into any fights for now and simply signalled to the kid calling him we'll talk around the corner. Blake glanced quickly at Marines then quickly after a huge breath began swimming as quickly as his muscular arms would carry him around the corner.

Once he was out of sight he climbed up back on to the shore and looked at the kid and asked,
"Hey.....kid........what......did you......want?" water was dripping from him onto the shore and his lungs where lapping up all the oxygen they could, Blake hadn't given himself enough time to catch his breath when he had come across the Marines. This kid had made it more dangerous for him by calling out for him but he probably didn't know who he was.
Unfortunately for the Marines they knew exactly who he was.

The wet wood of the docks creaked with a passion underfoot, it could hardly take Duran’s massive stature, and the wood was cracking with each step made. Water splashed against his bare feet as he left the shipyard. The large marine had found himself in a gravel plaza, with families sitting on benches, and shops with gregarious shopkeepers. people were afraid of him, mothers shielded their children, he laughed and continued on his way. He was to assess the work of a captain, one who was to be promoted to commodore if he recieved flying colors, but he didn’t count on it, he was a two bit captain in the weakest sea, hardly headquarters material.

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Bernard watched as the old man came on to the shore, for his age he didn’t seem like most grandpas, he seemed cool, and tough. “What do i want?!” he yelled at the shivering wet man. He was near a marine ship now, maybe it was dross’ ship, and maybe he was dross! it only makes sense, he thought, he’s near the ship, he’s old, and he seems strong. “HEY DROSS OSSAN!” yelled bernard, “I”M HERE TO KICK YOUR ASS!”

Ed slid around the corner, sand spaying into the air. His shoes hitting the beach sand hard, causing him to exert himself even more. The marines were also tiring but not stopping. The seemingly endless sprint carried on.

As they moved to the shore, the shouts had turned to murmurs and the marines hardly took time to reload their muskets. Dross was still livid though, despite being old. He lead the pack, his voice creating the only shout. They padded over the sand, a few meters behind Ed.
Up to twenty-five could be counted as chasing the young boy, who was starting to slow down. Exhaustion was grabbing a hold of him, his throat dry and his chest heaving.
Then he saw them. Two people near the shore who may be his only hope.
He started sprinting again, his spirits renewed at the thought of a way to get rid of the marines.

Blake looked at the young kid with white hair and when he heard him say he was going to kick his ass the first thing which came to his head was.
Of all the things to happen now you choose to fight me when were not that far away from Marines who'll try to capture me. Now of all times?!

Blake had left his cape behind but still had his kukri knife on him and when this kid said he was going to kick his ass he felt a need to grab it but didn't instead he clenched his fist tightly preparing for the worst and said, "Look kid I'm not in the mood for this shit today. There's Marines right around that corner and I have good reasons not draw their attention to me so if you know what's good for you you won't even try it."

He cast a glance towards where the Marine ship was to make sure they weren't looking towards him as he wanted to remain anonymous. He knew this was a difficult thing to do with a bounty as big as his but wasn't about to start shouting it about.

"There are marines here, SUGEE, maybe dross is with them! wait, aren't you dross?!" said bernard as he became more and more confused. He looked around the bend towards the marines who were chasing someone towards the water. "huh, i guess your not him." Bernard was still determined to find the captain, and figured that the marines would know where he was, "YOSH," shouted bernard, "WHERE'S CAPTAIN DROSS!" some of the marines chasing the man stopped to approach bernard, it was about 5 of them. One of them had a suit and coat, he was a tall lean man with a fu manchu and a pony tail.
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INTRO BOX
Marine lieutenant Mousey Charles
Kung Fu user
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The moustache man approached bernard, and it seemed like he wanted to talk to him. "What do you want from him?" the man said as he became hostile. "I WANNA KICK HIS ASS!" shouted bernard. "well, ass a marine officer, i can't let you pass!"
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They were all at the docks now, so there was nowhere to run. the 25 marines had cornered the men, and there were three that stuck out. There was the man who approached bernard, and two others approaching the rest of them. One of them, a large marine with a sledgehammer, approached the old man.
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Intro Box
Marine lieutenant Bigolo Greene
A tank
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Another approached the one that they were chasing, he was carrying a shotgun and had a massive underbite.
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Marine Lieutenant Shotgun Earl
Gunner.
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Seeing a blonde haired man running towards himself and the kid who wanted to fight Blake sighed and rolled his eyes. Will I ever get my training done and get back to my cape he asked himself. He really wasn't in the mood for this and replied to the kid.

"Who the hell is Dross? Of course I'm not him, I'm just some old coot you called ashore and who came ashore cause I didn't want to be spotted by Marines but thanks to you two shitty kids here I find myself coming face to face with the situation I did not want to find myself in." Blake was feeling pretty angry at the current situation but seeing these 3 men approach himself he sighed again. The Marine clenching a sledge hammer approached him and his fist thought was to swing his fist into his jaw, step on his toes with his heel and remove the hammer from his hands as the grip should be weakened by realisation of pain elsewhere in the body but instead he reached for his kukri knife.

"Ok look I don't want to hang around all day so lets finish this quick." said Blake as he drew his knife out and looked at the Marines and kids through glazed eyes.

Ed ducked past a flying kukri knife and dropped to his knees. He slid down to the sea on his knees, the momentum carrying the distance.
The cry of a wounded marine hit Ed's ears but he did not care. He was busy trying to figure out who had just grabbed the back of his shirt.
He need not have asked.
The annoyed look on his face was cleaned off as the strong arm that held the back of his black shirt, proceeded to fling him around and drop him.
Ed slammed into the sand with an extreme force. Sand found its way into his mouth and he was spitting the stuff out almost as soon as he landed. He groaned as he lay at the feet of polished black boots. Boots too big for any normal human to posses. Indeed, he was not a genuine human as he had half-giant genes in his lineage. He was Marine Lieutenant Shotgun Earl, a man with a fetish for that loud gun that can shoot a multitude of metal pellets from its barrel at once.
That same, cold barrel of the shotgun was placed on Ed's cheek. Shotgun Earl pushed his well-polished shotgun against the cut that was also on the cheek. This time Ed bit back his scream of pain and instead growled, gaining a kick from the shotgun wielding brute.
Ed used the kick to sit up, nursing his face. Shotgun Earl was laughing, he was sadist and this gave him greater pleasure than to be in bed with a beautiful woman.
Ed groaned and felt the shotgun barrel on his forehead, the marine still laughing.
"It was good of you to help me laugh, but you gotta go now!"
His words were spoken with a strange accent and his voice strained. He obviously wasn't a very clever marine, but anyone who would rather go about beating up blond boys instead of being in bed with a beautiful woman is stupid anyway.
Ed took his hand away from the bruise near hi left eye. Added to this was the cut on his right cheek, making him look ten years older.
He looked up the barrel towards the ugly man's face and grinned evilly.
"What's an ugly girl like you doing in a place like this?"
Shotgun Earl lowered the gun for a second, anger jumping off his face.
"You must not insulting me!"
His words were getting less easy to decipher and he was making a grammar mistake or two, but Ed was not his English teacher and didn't really care. He was doing something more important. He knocked the shotgun away from his face and reached for his gun that now sat tucked into the back of his pants, waiting to see what the brute of a man would do.

Bernard was ready to blow, these men were insulting, and impeding his way to kick dross' ass. he looked at the man that was about to fight him as his eyed widened nearly to the point of popping out of his head. "SUUUUGEEE, YOUR MOUSTACHE IS SOOO COOOL!!! but i still have to kick your ass!" said bernard as his awe turned into a sinister grin. He took his staff from his back and began to twirl it, in one hand and then the other, this was a defensive measure, as mousy was launching experienced kicks at him.

"enough of this shit, chi chi, MOUSEY PUNCH, CHI CHI!" shouted charles as he did what seemed to be a regular punch, but sent clark backwards when it hit his staff. "see that, chi chi, i can send you flying, chi chi!"

"it was just a scratch!" said bernard as he widened his legs and twirled his staff. He twirled it in his right hand as he moved it towards the left, suddenly stopping. He hit the air with his staff as it began to crack, it sent mousey flying, he wouldn't be getting up for a while.

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Bigolo saw the man he was tasked with taking down, he was OLD "HEFHEFEH! YOUR OLD!" Bigolo said as he started to roll around the ground like a paunchy rubber ball. "oh, i have to fight THE OLD MAN! HEFEHFEH! very well then! hmph," bigolo charged blake, well it was more like a light trot and more than enough to break a sweat for the troubled bigolo. Bigolo sent his giant sledge at blake, hoping for the best.

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Shotgun earl was already winning, he was facing a puny little kid, of course he would win. "sludge, i kill!" Earl grumbled as he readied his shotgun and fired off three pumps at the kid. "dodge bullets! cant!" screamed earl as he waved around his gun!"

Ed took the bullets in the chest and fell backwards. Coughing blood onto the sand near him. Blood spewed from the holes in his chest and darkened as it touched the dark sands. After a few minutes, the beach surrounding the boy had turned a muddy brown colour. He then breathed his last, dying on the beach in the heat of battle.

Ed has been killed, I seriously didn't see that coming 0.0 sorry about that Fargo ):

A man was sitting in a pub with his meal in front of him and yet, a drink beside him. He have a straw hat on and a big coat, which lead to the fact that everybody know he was in a disguise. This was not a place I want to make a ruckus at. I'm near to the marine and I'm a wanted man. Guess, I've have to stay quiet for now the man murmur to himself as he was trying to finish his meal.

Finally the man stand up, he took out something from his pocket. It came out to be a lollipop!! Everybody was looking at him thinking he's acting like a kid. The guy don't mind it and he start to unwrap the cover,dropping the cover on the floor and start eating his lollipop. As he walk cooly off the pub, he heard a person shouting toward him. Hey, young man! You forget to pay the bill!!!, he was surprised and start to run losing all his coolness.

He run far away from the bar and yet stripped his coat and straw hat

[Introducion Box]
Xazer Riz "Raging Flame"
52 Beli

Phew~~! That damn guy! I nearly got caught, and I'm losing my coolness either As Xazer breathing heavily he heard a scream from the bay. A group of marine was catching some person. He wasn't interest at first and wanna took his eyes away, but his eyes came back again as he saw the young boy got shot. Bad-temper grew inside Xazer as he walk to the fighting area.

He walk behind the Marine who was holding a shotgun and attack the boy earlier. Xazer tapped him on the shoulder. Who the heck are you!?! Get lost or you'll be--- The man with shotgun haven't finish his speech as a punch fly straight into his face...a hard one, knocking him down to the floor.

Next time, took someone on your own side!!! Xazer speak as an anger Rosen on his face, like he' going to kill someone.

A large man standing at least eight foot, lumbered down the streets somberly. He was broad and well muscled, wore an apron over his yellow t-shirt and black plain trousers, which it's ends were tucked into his boots. He also wore a pair of plastic see through gloves on each hand and wore a chef hat atop his bald head. This man was Jason Gareth, a cook who had sailed with a few pirate crews and was rather upset. Why are people so mean here? They won't let me work in their kitchens at all! I need to find somewhere to cook. I'm Jason the cook, and cooks neeed to cook things!, he thought to himself miserably, his way of thinking not much diffrent from that of a child. He then saw quite some commotion in the street, to which Jason decided to stop walking down the street and watch to see what was going on, wondering what kind of street performance this was.